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WELCOME TO MY
HOMEPAGE AND POETRY
FROM TEXAS
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THIS IS A PICTURE I GAVE
MY MOM IN 1972 OR 1973
FOR MOTHER'S DAY GIFT.
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My name is Ann Haffey and I live in Texas.
I love ThirdAge and Seniornet. Love writing
poetry as you can see also on this page.
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LOVE AND HATE
Ever sat on a beach watching the close of day
Looked closely at couples walking up and down
Noticed their feelings showing in every way
Observing life's cycle with or without a frown.
I grew up seeing love and hate so closely matched
That I can not read a person's inner feelings
Looking at a smooth expressionless face I fetched
Only the idea that person is counting his blessings.
Wouldn't this world be so dead without emotion
Silence and peach without feeling is so unproductive
I would rather live in a flowing world in motion
Than in the static world of utter silence so unprovocative.
Written by A. Haffey 4/1/99
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Dreaming of Home
Dreaming of a home abidingly filled with peace
Recording tranquillity, love and concern.
Hearing no harsh words; feeling no violent action.
Unseen -- Raised hand or voices in anger.
See a closet filled only with the clothes
Always filled with the happy dreams stored there.
Never see it being used to escape from hate or spite
Viewing no child ever hunched down in full terror within.
Dreaming of only oa home filled with much laughter
Returning all the love with great glee and affection.
Never making this place resound with full anger
Forcing the children to serve and obey one in great fear.
God in Heaven - Make all homes as dreamt
- Make no child bear the pain of a tortured home
- Heal the wounds forever caused by dream's death
- Allow these dreams be fulfilled; passed on in love.
Written by A. Haffey ll/27/97
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What If
What if . . .
You could take back every angry word ever said in haste
One could always have love and affection in good taste
We dream as young ladies of going to our marriages chaste.
What if . . .
All we were handed through life was hate and discontent
Our own errors and mistakes left little love remaining unbent
All the fantasies of youth went astray in acts indecent.
What if . . .
Children never felt love, affection and common courtesy
Youth was never rewarded with pleasures of fulfilled fantasy
All young adults left never to understand the joy of ecstacy.
This world would surely then become a hell on earth
No need for us to wait for God's wrath
We have brought it upon ourselves.
Written by A. Haffey 7-25-98
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Childhood Fantasies
When I was a young lass before I learned to read
I played with dolls dreaming of the children I would raise
Thought how much fun it would be if my dolls came to life
Giving me the pleasure I hoped my parents received from me.
As I grew older and so much wiser I learned that dreams
And their fantasies could not always be brought to fruition.
I learned that love could turn sour, abusive and fearful
Instead of the dreams most kids felt with their parent’s love.
I was never the princess I heard stories of or dreamt of
Never was I made to believe that I had any worth.
Even when I grew up and was out in the world alone
Had no sense of fulfilling any of my childhood dreams.
Isn’t it a shame that one person alone can destroy
All these dreams with a simple gesture or word
Beating one’s body and ego trying to make them a copy
Of their fantasies never allowing the child the freedom to choose.
My father for many years tried to make me into a dependent lady
Never understanding the fact that I was more independent.
He felt that girls should only do housework, raise a family
And be subjected to the discipline of the men in her life.
I guess he grew up in a family where his mother was the boss
So he went out of his way to insure his daughters would be.
He married a domineering wife, my mother, by accident
As I am sure he never realized just how independent she was.
Once they were married, he sure learned she had a mind of her own
She was never going to be the dependent wife he wished for.
My mother was raised to think for herself and Dad could not handle
Nor could he accept that his daughters could be like her.
Now I am alone, both parents are dead, and my fantasies so dear
Were simply buried in the fear of the beatings I took as a child
When I tried to show my own way of thinking and philosophy.
Never dreaming that my fantasies would die and fade to nothing.
I hope all parents today allow their children all the use of dreams
Nurture their fantasies while still instilling in them the values of life
Things of reality need to be taught without the destruction of dreams
Reality and dreams can be made to mix without destroying the egos.
Written by A. Haffey 6/18/98
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CHOICES ALONE
Alone – Oh, how so heavenly it was at the first
However the freedom soon paled in the fall
I have learned being fully alone equate to a great thirst
As I now sit in this peaceful home alone facing the wall.
Alone – When you have no friends with whom to talk
Creates in one bitterness, insecurity and doubt of life.
Now I must return to life’s classroom; pick up the chalk
And learn to put my best effort forward to all showing no strife.
Alone – does not have to mean total abstinence
Leaving one to doubt their worth or mental faculties
Rather they should attempt to cross over the fence
And becomes what God meant them to be with all their abilities.
Alone – taught and instilled by all fears and feats
Made some young folks doubt life was worth living.
Soon they learn to equate attention as great treats
Never believing affection and love a right of the giving.
Alone – see the child quietly huddled in great fear
Fearing the father’s wrath as parents fought over an undone task.
As I sat there in the closet crying prayed “God give me your ear.”
Make the anger stop; leaving me in peace as I hide all aghast.
Written by A. Haffey l0-31-98
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